Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or anything related.
A/N: Not the best thing I've ever written. *shrugs* Speed-written, and I'm sick. Give me a break. Hopefully it's worth reading though; it made me smile at least. :)
Update: Haha, WOW this has a lot of typos. Um. *edits it* Like I said, I'm sick, if that's worth anything. xP
"Come on, Kitty," Johnny 13 complained to his girlfriend as the motorcycle sped along the Real Word asphalt. "You know I like to drive my own ride. By myself."
"You big baby!" said the green-haired girl currently holding the handlebars. She veered onto a side road, narrowly missing a brick building. "Sure you're not peeking?"
"Yeah, yeah," he said with resignation. "Are we almost there?"
"Almost," Kitty said with a laugh. Johnny's whine, irritating as it could be, was adorable at times. She pulled the motorbike down yet another road. "Your shadow isn't peekin' either, is it?"
There was a pause, then Johnny finally muttered, "No."
"Good."
"So what's this all about, doll? You usually hate the human world, 'cause... you know..."
"You usually take every opportunity to ogle any human female under the age of fifty?" Her voice was harsh, but still playful, to Johnny's embarrassed relief.
There was a pause as the bike swung over and Kitty braked hard, nearly sending Johnny flying out of his seat. She laughed as Johnny struggled to regain his sense of direction without pulling off the blindfold she'd tied on him.
"Hey! It's not funny!" he protested, not realizing he'd let slip a crooked-toothed smile of his own. Kitty pulled him into a hug from behind, gradually guiding him into a building and down a narrow passageway. He stopped wiggling and turned his head, blindly trying to plant a kiss on her cheek. Kitty leaned in and pressed her lips on his own. The two stopped all motion for several minutes until Johnny pulled away, evidently remembering his uncomfortable position as well as the mystery he was in.
Kitty sighed, then said, "You can take off the blindfold now, Johnny."
He ripped it away curiously, blinking to take in the sudden light change. Then his mouth hung open as he saw exactly where he was. "Aw, baby," Johnny said, a grin crinkling his eyes. "You remembered."
Surrounding the undead couple were dozens of distorting mirrors, long, skinny, short, fat, and everything in-between. Some were cracked and most were dusty from disuse. It was evident to Johnny exactly where he was: an old fun-house mirror set.
"I always liked the carnival," Kitty admitted to him flirtatiously.
Johnny pecked her on the cheek once. "We gonna start celebrating the day now?"
"Why not?"
They simultaneously shot a ghost ray at a mirror. Each gave a sharp crack on impact as glass flew out from it. Johnny and Kitty both went intangible to keep from being sprayed with the pieces as they laughed.
Johnny grabbed Kitty and flipped her on top of him. "That's seven years' bad luck, you know," he whispered.
Kitty shoved him away good-naturedly. "I think I can deal with that," she said. "It is Friday the 13th, after all."
"And what better way to celebrate?" her boyfriend asked, shooting a ray at another mirror.
"I have one idea..." Kitty murmured, pushing past his arm and kissing him again. He gladly returned the sentiment. They didn't stop for a while--ghosts don't need to come up for air, you know.
Friday the 13th had always been one of their favorite days.